Totally By Accident

I haven't released the fic yet, but here's another little thing for Senku and the OC I wrote for him

The first time Senku sees her, it's a picture swiped from a picture frame she claims no one will notice missing. It's a group photo, and her letter challenges him to guess which one of the four girls she was.

He picks her out instantly.

He doesn't know too much about her yet at this point, but from what little he does know, he's certain the girl who looks like she sleeps far less than was healthy was his Odie.

When he sends his response, along with a photocopy of the picture with her face circled in bright red marker, he makes the point to tell her that she should take more naps, joking that she looked worse than he did after staying up all night working on his rocket.

Hard to do when there's so much noise in my house.

He doesn't quite understand what that means until a few months later, during one of their first phone calls.

The Snyder Siblings: A History in Complication

I felt like doing some Stanley and OC stuff between the requests in my queue and inbox

(this only has to do with the lore within To the Moon and Back and nothing else I've written for Dr STONE)

To start,

Stanley Snyder loves his sister. She is the light of his existence, and he would tear the world asunder for her.

Now, with that out of the way

Stanley and Odie's relationship is broken. It's cracked, and parts of it are shattered nearly beyond repair. If the world hadn't turned to stone when it did, they probably would never speak, or interact in any way at all, without Xeno as a mediator or messenger.

Because Odie is angry, and Stanley is avoidant.

He doesn't want to think about how he's failed her. He doesn't want to think about how all he really had to do after leaving for the military was write a letter, or make an occasional phone call. He doesn't want to think about how he left Odie sobbing while she was eight years old and begging him not to leave her behind.

Because if he thinks about it, he regrets it. And regret means confronting the fact that he's a failure.

Stanley cannot be a failure.

So he avoids everything. He turns away, letting the wounds he left fester and become infected. He dumps the responsibility of caring for Odie on Xeno (who's relationship with her is a different post altogether), and runs.

And contrary to what he believes, Odie understands. It takes a few years, but she eventually gets it. He wanted out of an abusive and neglectful household, and he couldn't take her with him.

But that doesn't excuse his own neglect of her, or fix the damage he's caused. The only thing that can do that, is Stanley himself who, as stated above, is too scared to.

So Odie is left to feel resentful, and that resentment twists into vicious, spiteful anger the more time passes.

She idolized him. He was everything to her. And he turned around and left her to rot.

But when given the choice between leaving her a statue, and trying to wake her up, we know the choice Stanley made. Above everyone else that could have been more useful to them, he chose his sister.

With that choice, comes the responsibility of change. It's the one thing Xeno makes him swear to do. To change. To be better, because Odie deserved that much at least.

But the burden of change isn't just on Stanley.

Odie has to change too. She has to learn to let go, to forgive the words and actions of her brother, who isn't the same kid he was when he left. She has to pay attention, to stop pretending that she doesn't see what he's trying to do. She has to let herself be open with the person who hurt her the most, and trust that he's not going to do it again. And that's much more terrifying than staring down the barrel of his rifle and daring him to pull the trigger.

Y'all know that feeling when Trauma starts to eat at you for no reason and you get all in your feelings?

Anyway, Ryusui would be so angry for you if someone forgot your birthday.

Like, that's your day. The day you should get to be the greediest person you possibly could be, and you're telling him people forgot about you?

Nope, not allowed.

He's planning you a party.

The biggest one possible.

He's going to make you feel like the most important person in the world and literally no one can stop him.

Oho! That's such an unfortunate combination for you lmao that is if you fit your sign

If you do, it must be rough wanting to charge forward asap and simultaneously needing to take time to think things through (lol alliteration) but stressed, And hating to be stressed and getting irritated by your own anxiety.

If this fits, I'm sorry for you, but at least you're kind, mature, and funny.

I am, as my friends say, both ram and bull headed :')

hey hey! i adore your work and i know you get a lot of stanxeno/reader requests but….if you’re willing to and comfortable with the topic, could you write a stanxeno/fem reader fic about the reader being someone who struggles really hard with depression? maybe struggling with getting out of bed frequently as a focal point? lack of pleasure in doing things, self care, and motivation in general could be some other topics. if you’re not comfortable with this, i completely understand! thank you ❤️

Bold of you to assume I don't want to continue doing StanXeno x Reader stuff okay I'm in love with them

Based entirely on what I need when I get like this

xFem!Reader

"Ow-"

"Sorry, sorry. You have a knot back here."

Stanley runs the brush through your hair again, more careful this time. Once the knots are cleared and the brush slides through your hair with ease, he drops it onto the table and grabs a hair-tie.

"I'm braiding it today," He says with full confidence, though you're not sure he actually knows how to braid hair.

"Okay," You mumble. Stanley goes slowly, muttering curses whenever your hair slips from his fingers. He had the general movements down, but even without a mirror you could tell it was going to be a mess.

But Stanley liked doing it, so who were you to stop him? It made your life a little easier on days like this.

"You should spray water on it," Xeno's voice comes from somewhere nearby.

"Shut it, I've got this," Stanley says, not even looking over his shoulder at the other man. "I can do it."

The hair tie snaps when Stanley tries to wrap it around his poorly-done braid, pulling more curses from him when it makes you flinch.

"Sorry, baby," He says, grabbing another hair tie and quickly finishing your hair. He leans down to press a kiss the back of your neck before moving around the chair and pulling you to your feet.

You're marched into the living room, where Xeno was placing a plate filled with an assortment of little food items on the small coffee table.

"I made a few protein options," He says. "As well as some fruits and vegetables. It isn't much, but you need to eat something."

"I'm not hungry," You say, plopping onto the couch.

"I know you aren't, my love," Xeno says. "But you must eat anyway. You haven't had anything since last night, and it is passing noon now."

You stare, dead eyed, at the food in front of you. It looks good, and you knew Xeno was a good cook, but you didn't have the desire to eat. Just the idea of picking up the fork felt like a Sisyphean task.

As if reading your mind, Xeno kneels next to you, and picks up the fork himself.

"You don't have to feed me," You say, guilt creeping in.

"I know," He repeats, stabbing the fork into a piece of egg and passing it to your lips. "But you are struggling, and I want to help."

It's hard to swallow, your throat closing up as tears threaten your eyes.

You hated this. Hated being like this.

It had taken both of them just to get you out of bed an hour ago, and now Xeno was insisting to feed you out of concern that you wouldn't do it yourself.

Loving you could be such a burden. You wonder why they stay.

As Xeno presses bits of food into your mouth, Stanley moves furniture around. He steals pillows from your shared bed, pulls blankets from where they're stored, and carefully crafts a little fort for you in the small living area. Xeno fusses at him at least once, lecturing him on the stability, but Stanley waves him off.

"We do this all the time," He says. "I know how to make it."

All the time. It really was all the time, especially now that the world was turned to stone and you no longer had access to medication or real therapy. You really were burdensome, weren't you?

Xeno doesn't force you to clear the plate. Once he's satisfied enough with what you've managed to stomach, he cleans everything and sends you into the fort where Stanley was already waiting to wrap you in blankets to make a little you-shaped burrito.

"Too tight?" He asks after tucking you under the soft material. You shake your head, earning a pleased hum and short nod.

You're left to take a nap, while they busy themselves around your little home, staying with you instead of going out and doing their usual work within the colony.

Stanley nudges you awake after about an hour, pulling you from the fort to have some water and lay on the couch instead, your head in Xeno's lap and feet in Stanley's.

Xeno talks at you about whatever he's been working on recently, letting you look at the papers with all his notes and thoughts on them as he does. Stanley rubs his hands over your legs, massaging your muscles with careful fingers and occasionally chimes in as well.

They move you again after another while, this time sitting you at the table with a tiny plate of more food while they work together to clean up the fort from this morning.

It felt like such a waste, but if you dared to look at the clock Xeno had made, you'd see it was already getting to be evening. Time moved so weirdly when you were deep in the storm of your depression. Hours had felt like minutes, and minutes had felt like years.

At some point, you're stripped of the blanket you'd been wrapped in all day, and marched to the bathroom where Xeno carefully undoes your braid and brushes your hair back out while Stanley prepares a bath. It takes some doing, as the piping in the colony was still technically under development, but eventually your clothes are pulled off and you're dragged under a stream of warm water, though you really just stand there and let your mind swim in guilt at having to be so thoroughly mothered like this by your lovers.

You lose track of whose hands are whose when they run soap across your body and in your hair, their voices melding together in streams of idle chatter and whispered worries.

By the time you're cleaned, dried, and in fresh clothes, it's somehow time for dinner. Xeno makes more finger foods for you, and smaller meals for himself and Stanley so you don't feel left out.

"I'm sorry," You mumble, staring blankly at the plate in front of you.

"Whatever for, love?" Xeno asks.

"Being so hard to take care of."

"You're not hard," Stanley says without an ounce of hesitation. "And even if you were, it wouldn't matter."

"You shouldn't have to give up your whole day just because I can't get my shit together," You say, the built up guilt finally spilling out of you. "I feel like I'm nothing but an awful burden to you, anymore."

"Stanley and I have been at your side for long enough to understand that your brain's chemical imbalance hinders your ability to function normally without proper treatment, which we currently do not have access to," Xeno says.

"But-"

"No buts, little lady," Stanley says, raising a hand to silence you. If you were feeling more...yourself, you'd giggle at how his accent slips out on the word lady. "It's our job to take care of you when you don't feel good. Like you would if it was one of us."

You sigh, somehow deflating even more. Once the heavy fog lifted, you'd realize that they were right. That if it was one of them with your disorder, you'd give everything you had to keep them afloat.

You weren't a burden to them because they loved you, and that would never change.

So, going onto the magic/ old horror that came back from after the petrification, what if Ukyo had an s/o who was a sirens or a Selkie who had waited for him. Maybe they had found his statue and thought a cruse was placed on him and spent all those thousands of years trying to find a way to cure him. When they set out to sea onto the perseus, she swims up to see Ukyo and other humans free from stone. The reunion would be sweet, but everyone has a question for the Navy Sonar who has a partner who is very much not human, lol

Let's make this hurt more shall we

Ukyo meets her while in the Navy. Humans at this point are so widespread, that the Things from Before, like mermaids for example, have all long since hidden. But he's off duty for a week, and is enjoying some time at a beach near where he's stationed.

It's hard for him to grasp, that something like her could exist, but he spends night after night looking for her, talking to her, and just enjoying being around someone who speaks softly.

He'd confused her for a siren at first, but she'd kindly corrected him that no, sirens were more like close cousins to mermaids. But she understood. Humans never could tell the difference.

They were together when he turned to stone. She didn't understand. What kind of magic was this? Why had he frozen?

But, like all the other Things, she eventually moves on, returning to the sea with a broken heart.

Then, just like that, 3700 years pass in the blink of an eye. Some humans return, but they aren't her Ukyo, so she has no interest. She stays far in the ocean, away from the statues that remind her of the day she lost her love.

Ukyo, once awake, is desperate for a way to find her. He had no idea how long something like her lived for, but something in him told him she was still waiting. It's a true relief that he's granted passage on the Perseus. It's his chance, the only one he may ever get. He sits at the stone world radar, watching and listening.

Then one night, he hears it. Laughter. But not just any laughter.

Her laughter.

He'd know it anywhere. The sound of it was etched into his brain years ago. He all but throws himself out of his chair and races up to the deck, following the noise. She's off to the left somewhere, he knows it.

Pressing himself against the railing of the ship, he yells for her. He doesn't care how crazy he looks, Senku has a siren on the ship for God's sake.

His voice echoes across the water, and the laughter quiets. Then, so softly, whispered on the wind, he hears her voice again.

"Ukyo?"

What if reader doesn't like people who smoke or better when Stanley smokes? (He looks hot while smoking but I just don't like it when people do it.)

God, that's tough.

Speaking from personal experience, smoking is an addiction, and Stanley has likely been doing it for a long time considering how often we see him participating in his habit. I think he would want to stop for your sake, but would struggle a lot.

It would lowkey drive Xeno insane because that man has been yelling at him for years and then you come along and curl your nose at it and Stanley chucks his pack of cigarettes across the room into the trashcan to keep himself from smoking around you.

Senku with a totally unhinged partner

Thats it that's the post

hiiii could u write a one shot or something in which the reader/oc is senku's older sis and is a x stanley one pls ty. Fluff if better i was thinking when they revive him for the moon mission

Absolutely I can

Stanley x Senku's Older Sister

This was harder than it had any right to be

Warning: Manga Spoilers Ahead

It had been an accident, you hadn’t meant to fall in love with him. But spending 100 days being dragged around with him as he chased your brother and his team to South America did something to you. It forced you to understand him, to learn who he was and who he had the potential to be in the future. You looked past all his sharp edges and rough words and found something worth holding onto. 

You spent night after night talking to him, somehow going from sitting far away, to being right at his side with his arm snaked around your waist and your head on his shoulder. 

You told him about your and Senku’s parents deaths, about living with Byakuya, and what it was like being constantly compared to your little brother by others. And in turn, Stanley would talk about growing up with Xeno, making his devotion to the other man grow clearer and clearer. 

Though, when you jokingly called their relationship romantic, Stanley’s nose curled in a way that told you it really wasn’t like that. 

But as your relationship grew, so too did your fear of what happened when Stanley finally caught up with Senku. He’d started this trek across the world determined to kill him for taking Xeno hostage, and yet the two of you had become close. You would have to pick a side, and though you knew that there was no way you’d abandon your little brother, leaving Stan behind was going to hurt. 

You loved him, and you think maybe he loved you too. At least a little bit, anyway. 

He almost kisses you the night before the world is petrified for a second time, and it’s the only thing you can think about while trapped in stone for the next several years. 

You remember how his fingers had felt, warm and rough with callouses from years in the military. How he’d caressed your face in a moment of pure quiet between the two of you, before tilting your chin up so that you were forced to look him in the eye. The heat in his gaze had made your heart jump into your throat. His other arm had curled around your middle, pulling you into his chest and holding you there for what felt like an eternity, but as you both leaned in, you’d been interrupted and forced apart with a promise of next time. 

Except next time didn’t come. Not for a long while. 

Stanley doesn’t get freed from the stone like the rest of you do. He instead just gets thrown onto a ship and stored away where only a few knew where he was, you being one of them. 

You find time to visit his statue every day after working on the rocket, talking to yourself about what was going on as if he were listening, and keeping him tidy. He owed you a kiss, and Senku an apology at the very least after all. 

-

“I’m sorry, we’re freeing who?” 

The whole group is shocked at the announcement. Not only was Ryusui giving up on going to the moon, but he’d offered his spot to Stanley of all people. 

“It makes logical sense,” Xeno says, Senku nodding along with him. “Stanley is the world's greatest marksman, and he’s an experienced combat professional. He will no doubt be a great asset on the moon.” 

“But he tried to kill all of us!” Chrome says, and even you have to agree. Stanley may have shoved you out of the way that day, saving you but he’d been hellbent on gunning everyone else down. Just because you loved him, that didn’t mean he wasn’t still dangerous. 

“We are no longer on different sides. Stanley is a soldier who will follow all orders given to him to perfection,” Xeno says. 

“I suppose we could call this atonement,” Kohaku muses. “For everything he’s done so far.” 

Your heart is hammering hard in your chest. They were going to wake him up, and not only that, they were sending him on the most dangerous mission ever concocted. You couldn’t figure out whether you were excited to see him, or devastated that you may never lay eyes on him again in your lifetime.

Your startled from your thoughts at the sound of your name. 

“Are you coming, my dear?” Xeno asks, head tilting slightly. 

“Yeah, sure,” You say, hoping you sound nonchalant. You had a feeling he’d caught on to your affection for his right hand man a long time ago, and the way he smiles slightly at your response buries that idea even further into your head. 

You follow slightly behind everyone else while you get your thoughts on the matter in total order. Xeno seemed to know, or at least suspect, that you and Stanley had formed something, but was he the only one? Or had you been way more obvious than you thought you were? It wasn’t a big surprise that Senku hadn’t questioned it, assuming he also figured it out. He’d always stayed out of your relationships, claiming that they never mattered to him in the slightest. 

It feels a little strange to have so many people in the cave with you, but you figure the numbers aren’t a bad thing. If Stanley wakes up and chooses violence before hearing anyone out, the more people there to stop him, the better. 

He’s changed out of the vines that had been hurriedly thrown on him so long ago now and into a new outfit made for him by Yuzuriha, and you watch with bated breath as Xeno pours the revival fluid over him. 

The waiting is the worst part. Sure, the revival fluid so far had a 100% guarantee to work, but what if this time it didn’t? What if the stone stayed solid, instead of cracking and crumbling away? What if Stanley never breathed again, and you’ve forever lost the chance to build something with someone you cared so deeply about?

But, as expected, the stone does crack and crumble, and Stanley does suck in a breath, letting it out slowly when Xeno offers him a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Few words are said between him and Xeno, even fewer between him and everyone else. It’s only after Senku confirms Stanley’s absolute skill that his eyes drift past the two scientists and land on you. His gaze flits across your form, a tiny smirk growing at the corner of his mouth. 

“Hello beautiful,” Stanley finally speaks to you after what feels like an eternity, his words sending heat to your cheeks.

“Hi,” You say back softly. Senku lets out a soft ugh, and makes quick tracks for the cave entrance. 

“You two do whatever this is in here, we’re going back,” He says. Chrome and Tsukasa hesitate before following Senku, and Xeno is the last to leave. He pats your shoulder as he walks by, offering you a small nod before he, too, vanishes from the cave. 

The two of you stand in silence, the only noise being the waterfall and the distant sounds of birds beyond the watery doorway. You watch Stanley take a couple more drags of his cigarette before dropping and snuffing it under his boot. 

“You gonna come over here, or are you gonna make me come to you?” He asks, and it’s like a switch finally flips in your brain. 

You jolt forward, running the handful of steps it takes to reach him and slam into his chest. He doesn’t stumble back, doesn’t even seem to budge at all when you do, his form firm and steady. You wrap your arms around him, inhaling a long breath, letting the stench of his freshly put out cigarette fill your nose. You feel his chuckle more than you hear it, the sound vibrating in his chest as he holds you in return.

“I missed you,” You whisper. Stanley lets out a low hum in response. 

Your heart falls into your stomach when he pulls away from you, but he doesn’t allow you to sink into despair. Both his hands rise to cup your face, his clawed gloves cool against your heated skin. His eyes have the same heat as the night he nearly kissed you.

“Missed you too,” He says softly. 

You start to respond, but he doesn’t give you the chance. He dips his head and presses his lips against yours. He kisses you like he’s been starving for it, like it was all he’d been able to think about for all that time he spent petrified a second time, and it leaves you totally breathless and feeling a bit drunk. 

“Th-this doesn’t make up for shooting my little brother,” You blurt out without thinking. It makes him laugh. Not chuckle, not hum, laugh. 

“That’s fair,” He says. 

“Can you do it again?” 

“Gladly.”

TSUKASA HEADCANON!!!

He's so oblivious to any kind of flirting because he used to be a celebrity, and would see people going feral over him constantly. So he finds it difficult to accept any kind of affection because he assumes it's the same thing.

Ok. That's all.

HEADCANON ACCEPTED

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